Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-05-08

after all.
sSweli, dear" she said, what are you
CRYING about? You love Captain Mel, and
YOU believe that he loves you. Surely
this is nothing to cry about"
'.Well. l don't know that it is" said
Bessie, more cheerfully; but was think
ing how dreadful it would be If L lost
him."
II don't think that you need be afraid"
said jess; ''and now, dear, l really must
90 to bed, l am so tired. Goodnight, my
dear; God bless you! l think that you
have made a very wise choice. Captain
Mel is a man whom any woman might
love, and be proud of loving"
In another minute she was in her room,
and there her eOmpOsure left her, for she
was but a loving woman after all. She
flung herself upon her bed, and, hiding her
face in the pillow, burst into a paroxysm
of weeping-a very different thing from
Ressie's gentle tears. Her grietabsolutely
convulsed her. aud she pushed the bed
clothes against her mouth to prevent the
sonnd of it penetrating the PARTITION wall
and reaching John Niels ears, for his room
was next to hers. Even in the midst OF
her suffering the thought Of the irony oil
the thing forced itself into her mind.
There, separated from her only by n few
inches of hath and plaster and some Jour
or five feet of space, was the the man for
whom she mourned thus, and yet he was
as ignorant of it as though he were thous-
ands of miles away. Sometimes, at such
acute crises in our lives, the limitations OF
our physical nature do strike us In TINS SORT
Of way. 1t is strange to he so near ana yet
e far, and it brings the absolute ana utter
loneliness of every created being home TO
the mind in a manner that is fOrcible ma
at time almost terrible. John Mel going
eomuosedly to sleep, his mind happy with
the recollection Of those two right and lett
shots. and Jess lying on her bed, six feet
away, and sObbing ont her stormy heart
over him, are after all but types OF what IL
continually going on in this remarkable
world. How often do we understand one
another's grIe? and, when we do, by what
standard can we measure 1t? More eS-
p~ecially is comprehension rare II we nap
pen to be the original cause OF the trouble.
DO we think OF the feelings OIthc beetles 1t
is our painful duty to crush into nothing
ness? Not mt all. If we have any COM
functions, they are quickly absorbed IN
the pride Of our capture. And more often
still, as in the present ease, we set our loot
upon the poor victim by pure accident or
Venial careleSSness.
Presently he was asleep, and she, her
plroxysm past, was walking up and down,
down and up, her little room, her bare
feet falling noiseleSsly on the carpctlng rs
she strOye to wear out the first bitterness
Other woe. Oh, that it lay in her power
to recall the past few days! Oh, that she
had never seen his face, that must now he
ever before her eyes! But for her there
was no such possibility, and she ielt II.
She knew her own nature well. heart
had spoken, and the word it said must roll
ON continually through the spaces OF her
mind. Who can recall the spoken WORT,
and who can set a limit To its echoes: IL
is not 50 with all women, but here ana
there may be found 4 nature where 1t Is so.
Spirits like this poor girls are too deep,
aRd partake too much OF 4 divine lmmuta-
hiI;ty. to shift and suit themselves to the
changing circumstances Of a tickle world.
They have no middle course; they cannot
halt halfway; they set all their fortune on
n throw. Aud when the throw is lost their
hearts are broken, and their happiness
passes away like n swallow.
For in such 4 nature love rises like the
wind on the quiet breast OF some far sea.
None can say whence it comes or whittier
il blows; but there it is, flashing the waters
10 a storm. so that they roll in thundei all
the long day through, t~hrowingtheir whte
arms on high, rs they clasp ut the evaSiNe
air. till the darkness that is death comes
down and covers them.
What is the Interpretation Of l.? Why
does the great wind stir the deep waters?
IL does but ripple the shallow pool ~ II
passes, tor Sh~allOwnesS can but ripple and
throw up shadows. We cannot tell, but
this we know-that deep things only can
he deeply moved. 1t is the penalty oil
depth and greatness; it is the price they
pay Tor the divine privilege o sutiering and
sympathy. The shallow pools, the look
ing-glasscs Of our little life, know nought,
feel nought. Poor things. they can hut
ripple and reflect. But the deep sea, III
its torture, may ~pcrchance catch some echo
of Gods voice sounding down the driving
gale; and, as it lifts itself and losses up ITS
waves in agony, may perceive aglow, flow
ing from a celestial sky that Is set beyond
the horizon that bounds its being.
Suffering, mental suffering, Is a pre-
negative Of greatness, and even here there
lies an exquisite JOY mt ItScorc. fOreEery-
thing has It's compenSatiSnS. Nerves such
rs these eau thrill with Il high happiness,
that will sweep uutrit oyer the mass OF
men. Thus he who Is stricken with grlci
at the sight OF the worlds misery's all
yreat and good men must be-iS Mt times
lifted up with joy by catching some faint
CLEAN OF the almighty purpose that under
lies it all. SOFT was with the Son OF Man
i'm his darkest hours; theSpirit that enabled
him to compass out the measure OF the
worlds sutferingaud sin, enabled him also,
knowing their purposes. to gaze beyond
them; and thus it is, too, with those deep
hearted children of his race, who paltake,
however dimly, Of his divinity.
Aud SD, even IN this hgur OF her darkest
bitterness and griet, Il gieam Of comfort
struggled to Jess breast just Is the first
ray OF dawn was struggling through the
stormy night. She would sacrifice herself
to her Sister-that she had determined on;
and hence came that cold CLEAN of happi-
ness, for there is happiness in Selt-Sacriiice,
whatever the cynical may say. 1t first
her woman'S nature had risen in rebellion
against the thought. Why should she
throw her life away? She had rs good a
right to him rs Bessie, and she knew that
by the strength of her Own hand she could
hold him against Bessie in all her beauty,
however far things had gone between
them; and she believed, rs a Jealous wo-
man is prone to do, that they had gone
much farther than they had.
But by and by, rs she pursued that weary
march. her better self rose up and mastered
the promptings of her heart. Bessie loved
him, and Bessie was weaker than she, and
less suited 10 bcarpajn, and she had sworn
to her dying mother-ior Bessie had been
her mothers darling-to promote her hap
piueSS. and, come what would, to comfort
and protect her by every means in her
power. II WAS a wide oath, and she was
only a child when she took It, but 1t bound
.,.. ma IN. loss and surely II